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Aizawa coughed, the sound deep and gurgling from his chest. His raspy inhales as he tried to catch his breath sounded like someone reviving a corpse. His bed was covered in tissues, vix vapo rub, and medicine bottles, as well as crumpled up jelly packets and empty soda cans. Any and everything he could get his hands on to feel at least a tiny bit better through his gruesome trek through a case of viral bronchitis.
"Shou at least eat some soup," Hizashi complained. "It'll give you more nutrients to fight this off than those jelly packets!"
"Just let me lay here in peace, Mic," Aizawa whined. "I don't want any soup."
"Just promise me you'll eat something besides those jelly packets the next time you get hungry," Hizashi begged, wiping the sweat from his husbands brow.
"I promise nothing," Aizawa denied. "Jelly packets are a logical choice when broth is too heavy and I'm too tired to chew. Besides they make my throat less sore."
"So will soup!" Hizashi balked. "Shouta, if you don't eat something besides jelly packets I'm going to pester you until you do."
Aizawa sighed. "Just let me eat my jelly packets in peace."
"Maybe if I kiss you, that'll bribe you into eating something else," he said, changing tactics.
"If you're dumb enough to think-" Aizawa began, but Hizashi was already leaning forward to kiss him. Aizawa pushed him away, trying to crane his neck as far away from Hizashi as possible to keep from being kissed. Hizashi grabbed his hand, lowering it and went in for another try. Aizawa used his other to block him, but was quickly subdued as Hizashi grabbed that one too and force it down.
"Kissy kissy Mr. Pissy!" Hizashi teased, leaning forward again.
"God damn it Hizashi stop trying to kiss me you'll get sick!" Aizawa yelled, stretching his neck away. Hizashi kissed him on the throat and worked his way up, leaving searing marks on his flesh and making the heat rise into Aizawa's face even more so than the fever he was running.
"Then promise me you'll eat soup!" Hizashi declared, pausing to kiss his cheek.
"No!" Aizawa declared, wriggling under Hizashi's weight as he leaned over Aizawa to reach his face.
"Then you leave me no choice," Hizashi said, using one hand to hold down Aizawa's wrists and the other to turn his head. He planted a big, sloppy kiss onto Aizawa's lips, humming with the effort to hold his husband still for it. When he broke away with a "Mwuah!" Aizawa broke down.
"Okay okay fine!" he said, trying to wriggle free. "I'll eat your stupid soup!"
"That's all I ask!" Hizashi chirped, glad to have won.
Two days passed and Aizawa was feeling much better. However, he had gained a bedmate in more ways than one as Hizashi had caught the viral bronchitis as well.
"Told you," Aizawa muttered as Hizashi blew his nose like a trumpet and coughed. The sound of gurgling in his chest much like Aizawa's had been a few days prior.
"I know I know," Hizashi replied.
"Hope you like soup because I'm shoving it down your throat the next time you get hungry," Aizawa quipped, handing Hizashi another roll of toilet paper.
"Worth it," Hizashi grinned despite the glare that Aizawa was casting him. "Totally worth it."